Master Yan opened the white peony diagram and laid it on the roof of the Porsche car.

Although this is the territory of the Kong family, Master Yan is not worried at all. Because the people of the Kong family are similar to ants in his eyes, even if they chase him, he can't help it. What's more, there is such a powerful figure as Li Sichen, who is in the same trench as him.

The tea on this scroll has not yet dried, so the painting still shows an ethereal white peony like a fairy, rather than a blooming peony flower.

"Brother Tian, take a closer look. ”

After laying out the painting, Master Yan turned around and smiled at Li Sichen, then put his right index finger in his mouth and bit it hard, dripping hot blood onto the scroll.

The location of the blood dripping can also be chosen, rather than chaotic. First, it is dropped on the head of the white peony, and then on the shoulders, chest and abdomen.

A bizarre scene appeared.

The blood dripping on the scroll did not deface the painting, but was directly absorbed by the paper.

Every drop of blood was absorbed and disappeared as soon as it fell on the drawing paper.

When Master Yan sprinkled seven drops of blood on the scroll, Li Sichen suddenly noticed that the pure aura originally contained in the scroll began to churn and gather, as if it was giving birth to something.

"Huh?"

Li Sichen became interested, took two steps forward, and looked at the peony picture placed on the roof of the car with wide eyes.

A dazzling white light suddenly bloomed from the peony picture. Immediately afterwards, more and more white light bloomed, and after the wisps converged together, it actually formed the appearance of a flower - it was the peony flower in full bloom!

The light did not last long, and after the peony flowers took shape, they began to gradually dissipate and fade. Soon, the light completely dissipated, but the peony flower did not disappear, but fell on the scroll.

"What's going on with this peony flower?" asked Li Sichen, his heart full of curiosity.

Judging from the appearance, this peony flower should have existed for a long time. Because it has long lost its moisture and delicateness, it is not an exaggeration to say that it is a dried flower or a withered flower. But the aura it exudes is quite pure and surging! And the peony picture scroll, which was originally full of aura, has lost its aura at this time and has become an ordinary picture scroll.

"This peony flower was given to Lu Zu by the white peony back then, and it was something on her body. To put it more bluntly, this peony flower is part of the white peony's body!"

Although Master Yan had long known that there was such a treasure hidden in this painting, he was still excited and excited after seeing this dry peony flower with his own eyes at this moment.

"You should know about the white peony, right? She is a spirit cultivated by a thousand-year-old peony flower, and her strength is extraordinary, otherwise she would not have attracted Lu Zu! This peony flower, as a part of the white peony's body, is not only pure and surging, but also because of the essence of bathing the sun and the moon for thousands of years, it has a very strong breath of life, and it is a holy product for healing injuries and diseases......

A holy product for healing wounds and diseases?

Li Sichen raised his eyebrows, thinking of the words that Xu Fu had said when he controlled Mao Ziyuan's corpse before, and he was more and more sure in his heart that Xu Fu should be injured, so he would be in a weak state!

After glancing at Master Yan, Li Sichen asked tentatively, "This peony flower, but you want to take it to heal the saint's injuries?"

Master Yan was startled, his endless words suddenly stopped, he turned around and glared at Li Sichen abruptly, and asked in shock, "How do you know that the saint is injured? Who told you that?"

Really!

Master Yan's reaction and words were tantamount to clearly telling Li Sichen that his judgment was correct, Xu Fu was not only injured, but also not lightly injured! Otherwise, Xu Fu would not have activated the Immortal Dao and asked him to send people to find medicine to heal his injuries.

In the hearts of the people of the Immortal Dao, Xu Fu is an immortal existence. Now the immortal Xu Fu was actually injured...... This news will surely make many people in the path of immortality shake and doubt their pursuit of 'immortality'.

Looking at the emotional Master Yan, Li Sichen smiled and said, "Of course Master Mao told me, otherwise who else? Hey, Brother Yan, why are you so surprised? Could it be that the saint is injured, or is it a secret?"

"It turned out that the Mao Protector told you. Master Yan breathed a sigh of relief, and then couldn't help but glance at Li Sichen a few more times, and sighed: "Brother Tian, you are really valued by the Mao Protector, and you even told you the secret that the saint was injured." This matter, unknown to many official members of the Immortal Dao, is a top secret! You must pay attention, but don't leak this secret, even to the official members of the Immortal Dao. ”

"Thank you Brother Yan for reminding me. Li Sichen pretended to be grateful for being taught, and then asked, "But Brother Yan, I am quite curious about something." Isn't he, a saint, immortal, still injured?"

Master Yan asked with some surprise, "Why, didn't Protector Mao tell you about this?"

"Nope. Li Sichen shook his head: "Master Mao just told me to find some good medicinal materials for the saint to use for healing, but he didn't tell me the reason for the saint's injury." Brother Yan, you have been in the Immortal Dao for many years, you must know such secret things, right? Can you tell me about it?"

In this sentence, he slapped Master Yan on the back quietly, and the other party who slapped him smiled happily, almost forgetting what his surname was.

Master Yan smiled and said: "Brother Tian is polite, I really know some information about the saint's injury, so I might as well tell you, anyway, you are a person valued by the Mao Protector, I believe that even if I don't say it, when you meet the Mao Protector again, he will tell you these things." ”

"Thank you, Brother Yan. Li Sichen arched his hand, pretending to be impatient gossip.

In fact, he really wants to understand the cause of Xu Fu's injury, as well as the condition of his injury, only by knowing himself and his opponent can he survive a hundred battles!

After Master Yan coughed lightly, he said, "Actually, the saint's injury is both a bad thing and a happy thing. ”

"How can the injury become a happy event?" asked Li Sichen in confusion.

"Because the saint was injured when he broke through the boundaries of mortals and ascended to the first-class figure of the land immortals!" "Master Yan's expression was full of envy and yearning when he said this.

Every metaphysical scholar, whether it is a feng shui master, a Taoist priest or a Buddhist, wants to become an immortal and a Buddha. It's just that for thousands of years, there are very few people who can touch the threshold of immortals and Buddhas.

Li Sichen raised his eyebrows, and thought of a reason: "Thunder Tribulation?"